Yet another Second Life blog...

If you're a good girl you may be wondering what to get your Master this Christmas. especially if you don't have access to money or hobby items it can be hard but there's one thing you can give that will make Him happier than anything. it will even help you! your safewords. if you have them of course. write them on a slip of paper. wrap it if you can but you don't have to. come Christmas you offer it to Him. tell Him you no longer need them and you want Him to get rid of them. let Him decide how but if He asks for recommendations fire is always great there are a few simple reasons this is great. 1. your safewords give you freedom. freedom isn't good for girls in the long run. they encourage things like feminism privacy and independence. without your safewords you'll be free of that 2. your safewords limit Him. if He cares about them that is. safewords are something He worries about. something that gives you unnatural and improper power over Him. if you...

New stories are cumming soon!  If you have any specific requests for certain types of content just let me know and I'll see what I can do. Find me on Second Life (Potosi Abonwood) and drop me some lindens with your content request and it's much more likely to get written.

 I wasn't feeling very well as Mistress led me back into the door when we got back from the bar. She had me drinking mug full after mug full of piss from random men at the bar. Inviting them over to our table and they would whip their dicks out and fill it up. Then I was to drink it down as fast as I could. Must have drank down five or six mug fulls before she finally stopped. “Poor dear isn't feeling good,” Mistress purred into my ear from behind as she rubbed her hand over the back edge of my chastity belt. “I think she needs to get up stairs and into the shower and wait for me there.” “Yes Mistress.” I nodded and went upstairs. Stripping out of my clothes, happy to get that shirt off of me that stank like piss from when I would choke a bit. Kneeling down in the middle of our large shower and waiting for her, it would feel so good to get clean. “Oh and now I can have some real fun making you suffer.” Her voice sent a tingle down my spine, it wasn...

 “You silly little twit. Did you really think I was going to let you play with yourself today?” Mistress had a bit of malice in her voice as she walked around me. She had me beg her to remove my chastity belt so that I may masturbate and had me doing that for twenty minutes straight. Considering I've been in that belt for a month now and haven't came that entire time I was full on crying for to let me out of it for playtime. But she just wanted to see me crumble like I did. For the last thirty days the only time it came off was to clean myself or to defecate. Both times she would watch me intently making sure my fingers didn't stray and that there was no chance of me playing with myself. It was a punishment for my misdeeds. Hooking a finger through my collar ring she pulled me towards the loveseat and sat me down beside her. Cuddling me gently as I leaned against her she pulled out her phone and showed me the pictures once again. Me sucking a cock,...

Lines I've heard, and obeyed, in Second Life over the last few months.  It's sweet words like this that keep me coming back to that dirty nasty virtual world.  I hope it never changes. Lick my ass cunt. I need to piss, open your mouth. Stay down there, now that he's done I'm taking a turn. Get over here and suck my cock you dumb ass cumdump. Let me lay my cock across your face while you suck my balls. Puke on that cock bitch. I'm bringing some friends over to fuck you. Mmm... eat that cum out of my pussy. He came in my ass and you're going to to lick it out. I want to watch you get fucked by a dog.

Part one of the short story ' Cheering up a friend '  I pulled the long coat up around myself tightly. It was pretty chilly out in the evenings now and it seemed to be really cold currently. The only sound I could hear was the clacking of my boot heels on the walkway leading up to the door. Smiling to myself I gave a knock and waited for a few moments before hearing the knob turning. “Oh hey Potosi... what are you doing here?” Edward had obviously been drinking and was well on his way to a good drunk, he still had the half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. “I just came by to see how you were doing after you break up. You seemed to be taking it pretty hard when I talked with you over the phone.” Walking past him into his apartment and giving it a quick glance, most of the lights off the ones that were on are set on dim. A wadded up picture in the floor and a shot glass on his coffee table. The door shut behind me. “Yeah.... I wasn't to happy a...

I really don't get along with racists, can't stand them actually.  So when I discovered that someone I've been fucking in Second Life was a racist is became a 'no longer happening' situation for me.  Then he happily put his ignorance on full display. [2016/08/17 11:14] SIR MAXIMUS (maximus1856): Well,,,,,that was disappointing...... I see you keep pretty busy when not with me........ =(...... I never should have looked [2016/08/17 11:14] Potosi (potosi.abonwood): Oh sorry about that.  I do get around.  Although not all of them are with other guys. [2016/08/17 11:15] SIR MAXIMUS (maximus1856): EVEN MORE DISAPPOINTING IS IT'S A BLACK GUY!!!!!!! [2016/08/17 11:18] Potosi (potosi.abonwood): Well it happens. [2016/08/17 11:20] SIR MAXIMUS (maximus1856): I mean I know you aren't mine and you do your own thing when not with me.......but obviously you WILL do ANYTHING.......if that's what you do when not with me.......I'll let you suck and fu...